Good morning, y’all. Saturday’s game with the Voluntary Inbreds from Tennessee was a big one. There were so many sub-plots that one could become diverted from the main focus. There was redemption for Nick Chubb, there was the call to wound one of our linemen as retribution, there was blistering a coach who called out one of his players for not supporting a rapist teammate. There was a lot going on behind the scenes.
Fortunately what was going on on the main stage was a heck of a football game. Near the end of the first half our Bullpups were ahead of the conjugal cousins 17-0. Unfortunately the Inbreds scored right before the half and got the ball first in the second half. Going into the fourth quarter our guys were ahead 24-14.
It seemed like we were playing defense well enough to take this one to the house, but therein lies the curse of the eternal optimist. The Hillbillies scored 20 points in the fourth quarter, to our 7, to win the game 34-31. Telling the final score without describing the furious manner in which both teams scored in the last minute robs the reader of the opportunity to grab their digitalis several times as I did in the waning moments.
With ten seconds left on the clock Jacob Eason hit Riley Ridley for a 47 yard touchdown pass that over a million Georgia fans thought was the game winner. With six seconds left Tennessee quarterback Johsua Dobbs launched a prayer towards the Georgia end zone, and his prayer, not mine, was answered.
It should be recorded that the Volunteer Kissing Cousins had a preponderance of help from their cousins in the striped shirts. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t all gather for a family reunion in Chattanooga after the game.
Lest I give the impression I’m taking the loss hard, let me clarify, I’m taking this one hard. I am overjoyed that the boys came to play. I am ecstatic that the coaches prepared the boys well, with one exception.
It puts to mind the old poem by Benjamin Franklin:
“For the want of a nail the shoe was lost,
For the want of a shoe the horse was lost,
For the want of a horse the rider was lost,
For the want of a rider the battle was lost,
For the want of a battle the kingdom was lost,
And all for the want of a horseshoe-nail.”
If we had just posted a guy in front of their receiver, or rushed five guys, the Vols would be crying on their cousin’s shoulders today. Instead, we are left with thoughts of what might have been.